Beloved by All Despite Being a Jerk

With a bang, the bullet tore through Deadpool's head, a red spray of blood blooming in the air.

Deadpool's body dropped after being shot through the head. As he fell toward the ground, his entire life flashed through his mind like a montage.

His name was Wade Wilson. He had once been a Canadian special forces soldier. He had been living a happy life full of creative positions with his beautiful girlfriend, but bad news soon arrived.

He had contracted an incurable disease. To treat himself, he joined the Weapon X Program and had Wolverine's genes injected into his body, but the experiment ultimately failed.

The results were like visiting some shady cosmetic surgery clinic. He became stronger, but he was also disfigured.

The healing factor cured his illness, but it also caused his brain cells to overgrow, turning him crazier and crazier. His regenerative abilities clashed with his cancer cells, leaving his body covered in scars.

From then on, he put on a mask, slipped into a bodysuit, picked up weapons, and became the universally beloved jerk known as Deadpool.

Deadpool was less a hero than an antihero.

He did not have Iron Man or Batman's rich, handsome playboy status—wait, Nini did not seem all that tall. He did not have Captain America's super-soldier body or Superman's divine powers. He had no noble heart devoted to serving his country and people or saving the world. He was neither gentle nor handsome. He was Marvel's number-one asshole.

He was skilled with all kinds of firearms, though his favorite weapons were his twin swords. His background in special forces gave him formidable combat skills, as well as mastery over modern weapons.

Of course, one thing could not be forgotten: his mouth.

Wade had already been a chatterbox before becoming Deadpool. After